When I opened my eyes

{please vote and comment. Its sort of strange twisted story I made up on my spare time. enjoy}

I lifted the cover to find his head resting soundlessly on my pelvis. I couldn't even scream I couldn't even cry. I just stared wide eyed at this massive ball of head that seemed to be growing larger and larger. All the while smiling up at me with a twisted grin. I couldn't turn my head. I couldn't open my mouth. It felt as if my arms were collapsing into my sides. And at the moment I screamed. A little pitiful scream that no one would have heard unless they were standing and staring right into my face. Breathing. Panting on my neck. can't breath. As the head edged its way up my stomach and on to my chest. Staring. Panting. Can't move. legs stitched to my blanket. Nailed to my bed. Glued to the floor. Born with this house. this House. Where am I? The head is shaking violently now. I began to shake. Veins popping from the sides of its membranes. eyes popping, staring all in my face. I can feel it now. The hole at the head of this bed. I throw my elbow at it just as the head explodes.

I am so glad this pimple is off my face.
lol